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Days From Winter. [WORKS]
03.09.04, 21:13:48
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Heres where im going to post all my songs that ill be using in my band (days from winter) id rather have it all in one thread then all spread out....
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Blood Lovers (The Fall Fever)
let the autumn wind carry the leaves to cover her corpse, bury her in the fall fevers of handguns to condole herself when shes cold. were here, at the convention of the black hearts, confess to the handgun everything you are, everything you wish you could be has died with everything you meant to me. criss crossed acrossed parking lots of paper cut glass hearts and misread lips of long lost love and silent shot kisses stamped into papers of forgiveness in fall with signatures signed in blood from dripping wet holes inside my chest, cover the stains on the carpet because evidence is what you need the least to prove this whole thing is nothing but a lost crimescene. let the autumn wind carry the leaves to cover her corpse, dont worry ill get away with this.
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Ash burns the names off of our hearts.
the local news reports words losing their meanings
letters dissapearing from the alphabet
while the burning flowers of war burn in our hearts they illuminate
soon the landmines in out chest will go off in time
and explode across the summer sky
i wish, a red liplocked love on every single eye
the white flags of our love seen burning at daybreak
the ashes are used to smother our senses
guided missles of heartbreak steer themselves through this town
around every corner and under every streetlight
toxic leaks from every syllable you wish you spoke
time is golden, so melt it down
todays forecast, the holes in clouds
are minutes passing
cutting through hours
around and around the clock
the second hand beats to much in time
closer to my heartbeat when the bullets rained down
criss crossed the streets
and through the pathways and avenues
mismarked second hand shots
are about as deadly
as the second hand smoke
from the bombs we dropped.
mushroom clouded mystery
debris fill our airways
chokes us until we cant speak
and we can sit and trace lines
of the blueprints of our heart
connect the dots to complete your answer
photocopy the outlines and shred the rest
connect with typewriter keys
as they fall to the ground like red stained teeth
from biting at the veins of those who feed
locked in the basements of our hearts
with the key broken off in the door
connected with the barrel
to feel myself fall through the floor....
now that the bombs have fallen, what have you got to say for yourself?
now that the faith has all faded, do you think you can save yourself?
and now that the hearts have all broken, can you wipe the blood from your hands?
do you think this paper where we draw scribbled smiley faces
to wear as masks can last forever?
tick-tock the clock explodes from a left handed
grenade toss across the parkway
paint the sky in red tonight
because a rain of bullets is right behind.
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Clenching at our idenities
your eyes were stained like the crimson ruby red imprint of a heart on the inside of your fist where you clenched at my ventricle and tore with all your might, plucked each vein and organ out from my insides and strewn across your bed like a blanket, sleep in your regret tonight and smother yourslef in a quilt of liquidated lies, wipe your smudged lipstick with a kiss i wish i could steal while i ripped apart your heart, maybe now youll know how i feel, so criss cross my arteries like the wires on a bomb, and one more look into your eyes and im bound to go off. sometimes you make me wish i could sleep forever, so i could see you in all of my dreams, and use a scribbled smiley to hide what you did to me. take this razor and cut my throat, do as your told and finish what you started and cut as deep as possible, everything that drains out has your name all over it, and everything youve ever said drains out my body again.
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Upon impact......flatlines galore.
upon impact this shuttle bay door will open up and release old postage notes with dates and times marked 1:13. The clock has stopped, never to move again at that time where the bullet snaked your head, upon this human face i see a struggle to open its gates to let people into the place they hold the most within the hardest part of a hard heart is finding its way in, your like a virus once youve entered theres no exit and you spread through my veins and i write these notes and songs with your melted crayons so i can remember one thing about you because after three years of giving you everything i dont remember one thing youve ever done for me, a siren singing off in the distance lets me know that your still here. i flatline like a shooting victim. My heartmonitor spells your name. I flatline like your head did. My heartmonitor drops like a downing plane.
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First Breath After Coma (Time Traveler)
open your lungs to take your first breath after the coma
register the scent, the sound the sights inside your head
and theres a tear in lineing of your esophagus
so you can never taste this pain and hate again
i awoke next to you across the hospital bedroom
we caught eyes and wondered why every love had to die
so i turned to the side, and wiped that glass tear from my eye
as i arose to your bed and took that needle and stuck it through
injected your love through all my veins
and you look scared so i went to one knee
and watched you fall back asleep
we sent time back, to the car ride
where i grabbed 9 on the steering wheel
and pulled us across the wrong lanes
i turned to the side, connected with your eyes
and watched the headlights grow near
closed our sight and held hands
upon the impact the windsheild shattered across your face
the flames were like explosions in the sky
lacerations spewed your color all over the place
the pressure caved the hood, the doors bent in and so did you....
and we awoke again, after something that felt much like time travel
i rolled back over and caught your blue eyes
i looked down closed my eyes...
and wondered why every love had to die.
unplug the machines and get a bodybag
as they carried out the door
you knew i loved you, nothing less nothing more....
it rained on that day where we dropped our roses
dressed in black, to remember what happened
the reading of the will left your name upon the last part
where i gave you something more than anything
my dead but beating heart.
so inject me with your love
finally came that day, where i would be put to the ground
to dive in 6 feet under, its the shallow end
submerged, head first.
i love you, but so does the car crash
i love you, but this injection sold my fate
you awoke from that sleep
looked around to configure your dream
you put together piece by piece
slid the curtain aside and looked for me
nothing but a red rose and a note.
checked in at 2:09.
departured on flight. at 3:25.
you took the needle in the rose
and injected my heart into yours
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
when your monitor went flat we knew it was love
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Drunk Driving Across State Lines
Ill take 6 pints for every mile
but its the bottom of these bottles
that let me cross state borders
im counting 32 and ive got 12 more till im home
the siren tails the car but ive got 3 more lanes to cut
the siren tails the car and ive got one
a sip for every word
a bottle for every line
and one case for each time
so kick back a bottle
and grab the keys
nothings better than driving drunk
with you here with me
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Last edited by saetia : 03.10.04 at 11:41:20.
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